Like a snake uncoiling itself from within my soul,
Taste the hate!
I walked the corridors deep
I entered a room
I was alone
The voice shouted, Beware
I heeded the scriptures of old,
Time holds meaning
Thunderclouds, raining shrouds
She looked so old,
It was not she
The blood, the pain
Flowed down the drain
It covers not me
Grey is the color
Fast and sure
Forgive me not